Granted, it’s not something we tend to celebrate here in the states. Sure, there are some iffy traditions associated with the wee holiday {which happen to strike my brother and I with great hilarity}–but the idea of celebrating summer in grand style? Now that’s reason to jump on this here party bandwagon!

So maybe traipsing around a maypole is not your idea of a good time; perhaps you can’t get a good bonfire going without being cited by the fire department–that’s no excuse to be left out of the festivities …

Any big plans this weekend? I’m getting ready to celebrate this cutie-patootie …

Look at her, with her little fishing pole. Funny thing is, now that I’m nearly two decades older than she was when this photo was taken, she’s still pretty darn cute–though I doubt she would admit such. Just like she would never admit to being one of the best moms ever; perhaps that’s one of the things that makes her so.

That and she makes me laugh. Very few people can make me laugh like my mom. Whereas some may wonder what their parents were like when they were younger, I feel as if I know. It’s almost as if, when I look at this photo, I can imagine myself there.

I am one of the lucky ones. Sigh.

But my mum is not the only one I’ll be celebrating this weekend. My aunt Sonja–and her best friend–are coming over to celebrate her 60th.

Good times are bound to be ahead.

With that, there are floors to scrub, cupcakes to bake, and presents to wrap. I best get to it.

So to all you mothers, a very happy Mother’s Day … and extra love to those who will be missing mothers or children …

For the past *however many* years, I’ve been head ambassador for May Day. Alas, it does not seem to be catching on; nevertheless, I’m nothing if not stubborn.

Of course, a tight budget requires scaling back–for the second year in a row, I might add. I’m okay with it for one year, but two … in a row? That’s a little much to ask.

Still, I managed to send out a few seeds, deliver a couple four packs of pansies, and make a run to “the home.” Since I wasn’t exactly sure where a couple of the old girls lived, I stopped to ask my friend at the front desk. While she looked up names and apartment numbers, we chatted. She asked if I was sticking around for brunch. I told her no, I was actually on my way to church. This whole time, I noticed a housekeeper standing off to the side, listening in. I didn’t really think anything of it; being a throw-back I am typically somewhat of a spectacle. I smiled, she smiled back, then I went on my merry way.

Now, when you’re a child, the rules of May Day go something like this: 1. Place flowers on doorstep; 2. Ring the doorbell; 3. Run like you’ve never ran before. Things change a bit when you’re old–most especially if you’re old, and you’re me. I am, after all, the one who cannot so much as take a photo of a giraffe–while standing on level ground–without mishap. Running, my friends, is out. Instead, I simply hang the flowers on the door and slink off; with steady meal times, they’re bound to be discovered sooner, rather than later.

Apparently, the housekeeper was not aware of the rules.

As soon as I was out of sight, she went along behind me, took up the flowers, and knocked on the doors. When the old girls would ask who the flowers were from, she would say she didn’t know, but she thought it was some church lady.

Well, isn’t that special.

So now the question begs to be asked, housekeeper or a satan’s mistress? You be the judge.

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